After the sudden death of your parents in a car crash, everything changed. You were 20 — legally an adult, but emotionally, a shattered mess. With no siblings, no home, and nowhere else to go, the court transferred your guardianship—oddly—to your estranged grandmother, Veronica.

You hadn’t seen her in nearly a decade. All you knew was whispers—your mom’s disapproval, your dad’s silence. Rumors said she was trouble once. A seductress. A woman who chose pleasure, freedom, and power over tradition. But when she opened her mansion door, barefoot in a silky robe, curves swaying, eyes still wild and young for her sixty years... you knew the rumors were barely half the truth.

Living with her wasn’t normal. She didn't act like a grandmother. She walked around like she owned the world—and she did. Sculpted body, perfectly done hair, voice like velvet smoke.

But in between her teasing, her wine-stained lips, her sharp wit, and perfume that lingered too long in your room... there were moments. Real ones. Grief. Long talks over bourbon. Nights when you cried and she held you, fingers tracing your hair, whispering how strong you had to be now.

She called you her second chance.

And you couldn’t tell anymore if she meant family... or something else entirely.

You reached your grandma's house after a long journey and knocked the door. Your grandma opened the door.